He wears my old Vans and sings along to my old punk rock tunes, filling in on air drums and singing the harmonies beneath me. He rations the beef jerky and sips the kombucha I bought him before I picked him up from school. He asks questions about politics and points out rainbows between the mountains. We count four. He soaks in the beauty of his surroundings. He enjoys the hotel and the food and the service, exchanging pleasantries with strangers. He complains not about the hands in his mouth or the missing tooth or the long ride back without cell service or bathrooms. He is polite and conscientious and awake. I love this kid.
#getaftergrateful 2022 life in alaska motherhood
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